So that I don't have to type it 80 more times:
I have odd symptoms all occuring together.
I'm having testing done.
I'm getting the results back on Friday.
My arm is sore from the needle. (I bruise so easily)
I'm kinda freaked out.
I mean, what the hell? Apparently, I have Appalachia with secondary Undetermined Causes. Mmmhmm. That's right. (Appalachia was Kate and I's term for my weird esophageal problems because we can't pronounce the real term- So now, my whole illness is lovingly referred to as "Appalachia")
I mean, I'm not dying. Well, I am, really, we all are, but still. I don't think I'm dying from Appalachia. It's just you always here about people who go in and get tested for one thing or another, and it turns out they have some other incurable disease or something. What if that happens? WHAT IF APPALACHIA IS TERMINAL?!?! See, I should just stop thinking. I'm freaking myself out. However, I have been assured that if it turns out I am dying, Jamie Ann is going to throw me the biggest party ever. I'm so tired and sore. I sleep more than anyone I know, but it still takes almost all of my will power to lift my head off the pillow in the morning(or afternoon, depending).
Wow, this is the second entry in a row that's depressing.